F**k You

F**k You

See, it's not that easy.
Know, it's not the same.
I come here with much respect.
But still find it hard to create, to direct.
Disrespecting, spreading rumors;
like a wildfire in Texas.
And all around me, I see,
it's just the same.
Everywhere I go,
it passes with curiosity.
It's just as lame, I let it know,
and sometimes it gets the best of me.

But see, it's not that easy.
Know, it's not the same.
Your a sucker, your so sleazy,
and my heart, it knows your game.

You find me with much happiness.
You act to feed your fear.
To that which I'd oppose;
will not place me here.

Queer I am, wish I wasn't.
Gullible I am,wish I hadn't.
In-Love I am,wish I didn't.
Not confident, I am...
still.
You are no different.
This s**t inside, that everyone does follow.
This creation aside, seems intolerable, so shallow.
So alive, and I know it doesn't seem interesting,

 when it makes you cry.

So f**k you, when your f****n' blind,
So f**k you, rough with your intentions,
So f**k you, when you think your kind,
And f**k you, and f**k all your questions.

Misplaced, you are in time;
in due course of another direction.
Sown tight, stitched up crime,
to yourself, and your selection.

F**k You
Written By; Joshua Randall
Session IV: Eventually

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime a f**k you is what is needed to be said. A strong chapter. No weakness in this excellent poem.
Coyote

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F**k You 2 ;)